Chapter 11: AMARA MORGAN

“It wasn’t you fought my love,” Amara said, her voice fading, soft, yearning. This made Ethan confused. He just stood there, eyes fixed on hers unable to utter any word or do anything.

“I will stay with you tonight, and never leave you side again.”

As she said this, Ethan used his strength to break from her grip. He took three steps backwards, his eyebrows furrowed.

“My love, why walk away from me?” Amara said.

What was she saying? Her love? Stay with her tonight? Just what was this? What was his connection with this mortal?

He snapped out of this and sent a ball of energy and immediately sent a little ball of light into her head. A magic used by the wolves to dispel evil or possessions like this.

As this was done, Amara fell flat on the couch, her face paler than before. Suddenly she started jerking violently. Ethan’s eyebrows furrowed. He rushed and grabbed her hands channeling more warmth into her body, calming her down. Her body was burning hot, and he feared that she would die from this, but after a while of passing her warm energy. She calmed down a little.

Ethan sighed in relief, but was completely lost. The last time she was in this state was when the man in black had used her to get to him, now it was someone else.

Who exactly possessed Amara just to get to him, and Amara had called him her love.

Perhaps an old flame?

Ethan was a still a fresh wolf of over two hundred years and during these years he had gone to bed with thousands of women and young ladies. He had never had a love. He had never fallen in love. Plus, the voice in which Amara spoke sounded like they were quite intimate with each other and were truly in love.

Then just who had used her again to talk to her.

Ethan worried that he was getting lost in the situation. This wasn’t what he had expected. Amara on the other hand had survived two possessions which was one hundred impossible for a mortal. He already knew she was special, but just how special. Someone that would bring about his and Zathkanan Palace’s downfall? Was Amara even human? What does this unknown man want from her? Who had possessed her just now? He couldn’t hold on anymore. He had to find out. Good thing Alrond was helping him with this. With his mind in disarray he looked at the pale face of Amara and for the first time, he was taken aback.

She…was…she was indeed beautiful.

Ethan focused on her gentle face for a while before turning away, but to be sure he turned back to look at her.

Ethan was so uninterested in Amara before that he had never taken in her appearance. Now that his mind was distraught he could only notice how strikingly beautiful the woman before him was. Ethan had a thing for beautiful women. His biggest turn on was a beautiful face, one that he couldn’t resist. If he should see a great beauty all he wanted was to taste such beauty. He would order the lady to be brought to him where he would have fun with her until he is full.

Amara was indeed beautifully, even more than the women he had bedded, but she was a mortal. Mortals had not the strength to take him in bed. The few times he had slept with mortals they ended up crippled or he would bite and claw on them with intense pleasure until they are left for dead.

The mortal in front of him was quite interesting though. In fact he didn’t think she was one. Seeing as she survived the possession twice, but he was the reason why he was possessed in the first place and they were supposedly connected.

Seeing her face, Ethan couldn’t stop himself from feeling her cheeks. His heart filled with different emotions. Amara’s yearning voice rang beside his ear. He stood there examining her face for a while, pushing away all naughty thoughts. He couldn’t do anything to her now. He decided that if he had found out about her, and she is what he thinks she is, a mortal with great power, then he would take her in and make her his right hand woman, sleep with her whenever he liked. But if she was truly a destruction to him and Zathkanan Palace, he would steal away her powers, and fuck her until she dies.

Satisfied with his decision, he place her properly on the couch. He left the gift he had brought for her beside the file of the suspects he brought along.

He took one last glance at her, her eyelids trembled like she was struggling with pain. As he turned to go, he heard her call his name. She turned back to see that she was now awake and struggling to sit up. He frowned at this.

This mortal is quite stubborn.

“Rest, you are terribly I’ll,” he called, but Amara’s gaze went from him to the gift bag and file on the table.

“What is that?” she asked, her voice so weak like it was coming from a dying person.

“It’s just something I brought to cheer you up, some sweets and a card. They said it is best to give sick people a get well soon card,” he said. Amara smiled at this, she thought this to be a little bit cute. The all mighty Mr. Know-it-all and cold faced man took advice on what to bring for a sick person.

Ethan knew not of why she smiled or what she thinking, instead he sighed, “you know, you should stop running around when you are sick like this. You are quite stubborn that is why that sickness won’t leave soon,” he said.

“Thank you for the gift anyway,” she said and Ethan nodded. He was quick to leave there. He wanted to go back and brainstorm, but Amara called.

“Where are you staying here in Northside Silverwood?” she asked.

Ethan was taken aback by this question. He did tell Amara and the president that he was a detective from Eastside Silverwood, the most dangerous side of Silverwood. He paused a while before he replied, “Ban Vance Hotel, half an hour from here.”

Amara nodded, but she said painfully, “When I recover, I’ll go through the file and come over to your place for more insight.”

Ethan smiled. “So now you want to be my partner?”

Amara’s pale cheeks flushed red in anger, she hated him so much and now that he is suddenly caring for her, she became confused, but she did had to work with him anyway. Her mind had being in so much stress that she wasn’t thinking straight, so she had to rely on his insight. He painfully had to that. It was gut wrenching for her.

“We have to work together anyways,” she said and Ethan smiled. Without another word, he left Amara’s house, not looking back until he had gotten back to Zathkanan Palace.